Page 18 of Sheltered in the Storm (The Fortusian Mates # 1)

CHAPTER 17

CALLA

My pussy clenched and gushed, and oh, by all the gods, did I scream.

I came hard, helpless in his tentacles, and screamed into Vos’s mouth. He devoured my cry, his eyes glowing with need.

He didn’t bother to move to the bed. Instead, he lay me gently on the floor, my arms and legs outstretched with his tentacles, and pushed my sheet aside as he settled between my thighs, lifting me enough to bring my pussy to his lips and tongue.

He drew his long tongue along my soaked and sensitive pussy before my orgasm even began to wane, licking up every drop of my release before he slipped his tongue into my opening to lap at the slickness that dripped from it.

The sensations were too much. I fought to close my legs, but I couldn’t move an centimeter. Not a millimeter. Just as I’d asked for.

My beautiful monster flicked my asshole with his tongue, then licked me slowly—maddeningly, infuriatingly, shriek- inducingly slowly—all the way to my clit before he put his lips on my swollen pearl. He twirled my clit in his lips, sucking and releasing and teasing with the tip of his tongue.

My wails didn’t even sound human. I came again, as hard as the first time, my body clenching from my fingers to my toes and everything in between. I couldn’t see him through the haze, but I must have drenched his face with my release.

As I gasped for air, he crawled up my body, his tentacles still holding me immobilized by my wrists and ankles.

“I will eat your delicious cunt every day,” Vos rasped into my ear. He was above me now, shirtless, pants low on his hips. His bioluminescence captivated me, even in my orgasmic haze. “I will drink your juices from your beautiful holes and sip and suck on your clit until you cry.”

He moved behind me, raised my upper body, and cradled me with one arm so I could watch him slip his fingers into my pussy.

“Look at your greedy cunt,” he murmured into my ear, pumping in and out slowly. “You want more. You want to scream for me again.”

“Yes,” I sobbed, almost as desperate to escape the waves of overwhelming pleasure as I was to come, though there was no freeing myself from those tentacles unless he let me go.

“Good.” His searching fingertips found my G-spot and stroked just right. “Do not close your eyes. Watch yourself come on my hand, Calla, my mate.”

His commanding voice. His fingertips stroking my G-spot. The sensation of his rock-hard cock against my lower back. The sight of his beautiful purple fingers, lit by bioluminescence and glistening with my slickness. A wave of delicious tension built inside me, threatening to sweep me away, but not quite reaching the peak I craved.

“Obey me,” he growled into my ear, then bit my earlobe with his sharp, sharp teeth .

On that flash of pain, I came apart with a wail. I clenched around his fingers, and my wetness dripped from his hand.

He buried his face against the side of my neck as he stroked me without mercy. “Keep coming. Do not stop. I need every drop of honey you have to give.”

I didn’t stop coming. I couldn’t. He needed my honey, and I wanted to obey.

When my head fell back against his chest, my chest heaving with shuddering gasps, he lay me gently on the floor and moved above me again.

Fabric tore, and then his pants were gone and his beautiful cock head pressed against my pussy, just millimeters from sliding inside. His skin pulsed with light and his eyes shone wild with a desire so fierce that it scared and thrilled me.

“Calla,” he pleaded, his voice rough. “Please.”

Vos looked on the verge of desperation. Not just desperate to fuck me, but desperate for something much more than that—a connection that went far deeper than his cock buried in me.

I didn’t know what connection we had, or might have someday, but I’d wanted to feel that cock inside me from the moment I’d seen it. And though I appreciated that he’d asked permission, he sure as hells would not have to ask twice.

“Yes, Vos,” I whispered. “Yes.”

With a low rumble in his chest, he thrust his thick cock head into my pussy. Its girth made me gasp and arch my back to make it easier for him. He withdrew his cock and then pushed it in again, a little deeper this time. The ridges and frills that ran the length of his cock undulated and throbbed, and his cock head moved inside me, rubbing me in ways I had never felt before. I wanted him fully inside me, but these sensations made me quiver and moan.

He nestled his face into the crook of my neck, inhaled deeply, and thrust his cock into my pussy, all the way to his balls. Oh, gods. I screamed and pulled at his tentacles’ grip on my wrists, but to no avail. I wanted to dig my nails into his back. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and hold him close. I wanted everything, and nothing at all except his cock filling me completely.

With one arm around my shoulder and cradling my head and his weight on the other so he didn’t crush me, Vos stilled except for ragged breathing and what almost felt like shivers. His skin pulsed with light.

“Vos,” I murmured. “Are you all right?”

Trembling, he raised his head. His glowing gaze had never looked so beautiful as it did now from above with his cock buried inside me.

“I am in heaven, my mate,” he rasped. “Your cunt is a perfect fit for me. I knew it would be.”

I pulled gently on his tentacle’s grip on my right wrist. He released me immediately, obviously recognizing the difference between my playful and arousing attempts to free myself and this moment, when my desire to touch him meant more. And that was why I’d let him trap me—because I had the key to the trap and could free myself at any time.

I cupped his face with my hand. “Vos.”

He leaned against my palm and closed his eyes, evidently savoring the moment. Then, without warning, he moved like lightning and caught my fingers gently in his sharp teeth before letting go.

“Be careful, my mate,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up. “Monsters bite.”

“I know.” I reached over his shoulder and dug my nails into his flesh. His back arched, and he made a delicious, deep rumbly sound that seemed to vibrate through his entire body, all the way to the tips of his tentacles. “But do they fuck their mates?”

Lightning fast, his tentacle lashed around my wrist and slapped it back in place on the floor.

Vos’s lips hovered over mine. “They do,” he rasped. He withdrew his cock from my pussy and drove it back in. I wailed. “Scream for me,” he said.

With his tentacles, he placed my calves on his shoulders to raise my hips, and then he plunged his cock into me even deeper. And this time his cock head stroked over my G-spot at the perfect angle.

I screamed.

His cock pulsed with light as he fucked me, each stroke sending me closer and closer to another release.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I wailed, my nails digging into my palms because I had nothing else to grab onto. “There—right there.”

His cock undulated and stroked over my G-spot. A wave of heat and pleasure spread from my pussy to my entire body, to the tips of my fingers and toes. Moments later I came, my head thrown back as I screamed to all the gods above and below.

To my surprise, Vos withdrew his cock while I shuddered. With his tentacles still holding my legs raised and spread, he slid down and slipped his tongue into my pussy to lap at my wetness again. I cried out, grinding against his face so his tongue could find all the places that made me whimper and moan.

I’d wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked at his mercy, held captive by his tentacles, and it was so fucking good .

His lips closed on my clit as his fingers slipped into my pussy, stroking and plying me. Caught in pleasure almost too intense to bear, I tried to pull away just to catch my breath, but I couldn’t. The tentacles around my ankles tightened. The feeling of being utterly at Vos’s mercy made the pleasure even greater. I came again, softly this time and with a gasp instead of a scream.

Vos raised his head and licked his lips. “How many times have you come, my mate?”

“I don’t know.” My chest heaving, I reached for him. “Please…”

I didn’t know exactly what I was asking for, but somehow he understood what I needed. He moved above me and thrust his cock into me again.

Pleasure radiated through my body, rolling up my arms and legs from where his tentacles held me and straight to my pussy, where his cock stroked in and out so slowly and deliberately that I could not stop crying out.

Lost in a haze of ecstasy, I barely noticed when he pulled out of me and rubbed his cock’s head against my slit, teasing me by slipping its tip inside and then withdrawing it. I thrashed in the iron grip of his tentacles, fighting to get him to go deeper, but he refused.

“Please.” I raised my hips, but he evaded me. “Please…”

“Say my name,” he ordered me. His body pulsed with patterns of bioluminescence that ran over his skin and down his cock, where its tip tormented me. “Say it.”

“Vos,” I panted.

The tip of his cock ran over my slit, stroking me without penetrating, and my pussy clenched desperately on its own emptiness.

“Louder,” he commanded.

“ Vos! ” I screamed. This torment was simultaneously the worst and best thing I had ever felt. “Vos… Vos .”

His gaze traveled from my face and down my body to where his cock teased me. His beautiful glowing precum left marks on my skin everywhere he touched.

“What do you want?” he asked. “Tell me.”

“Your cock. I want your cock.”

He slipped its thick head inside me, then withdrew it. “Why do you want my cock?”

“Because it feels so good. Please…”

“Where do you want it?” Another teasing penetration. “In your beautiful cunt?”

“Yes.” I pulled at his tentacles, to no avail. “In my cunt.”

“In your mouth?” He dragged his cock head over my abdomen and back down, painting me with his glowing precum. “Do you want to taste it?”

I would have agreed to anything, begged for everything, crawled on my hands and knees, and felt no shame.

“Yes! Let me suck your cock,” I pleaded. “ Please , let me suck your cock.”

Now his cock slid over my pussy and farther down, where it pressed against my tight asshole. “In your ass?” he asked, smiling to show all of his sharp, sharp teeth. “Do you want my cock in your ass, Calla?”

I didn’t even have to think about that. “Yes, I want it in my ass. Please—I want it in my ass.”

He lowered his head and closed his lips on my right nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. I moaned. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and hold his head close, but I still couldn’t move. And when he closed his sharp teeth on my delicate skin, just hard enough to leave marks but not quite enough to draw blood, I wailed.

He sucked my nipples until the combination of pain and arousal had me nearly sobbing, and all the time he teased my pussy and my ass with the tip of his cock. I screamed for him, begging and pleading and cursing, but he wouldn’t give me what I wanted until I’d almost screamed myself hoarse. I couldn’t even touch myself with my hands pinned.

Suddenly, he rolled onto his back in a single, inhumanly fluid movement, and lowered me to my knees beside him before releasing my hands. He kept his tentacles on my ankles. My wrists had red marks from the suckers. I loved how that looked, as if he’d branded me with his body, like with the glowing precum that now covered my pussy and stomach.

“Suck my cock, Calla,” he said.

Finally, finally , I took his beautiful, slick cock in my hands. He groaned and trembled the moment my fingers wrapped around it, his back arching before I even stroked him. I licked my lips.

“Take me in your mouth,” Vos said, his voice suddenly gentle instead of commanding. “Taste your mate.”

I slipped my lips around his cock head. Oh, gods . He tasted so good, like sugar and musk with a hint of saltiness like the sea. He made a guttural sound.

I stroked him with my hand as I took his cock deep into my mouth, sucking as I ran my tongue along the frills and ridges and then over the tip, where precum dripped. His hips moved and then stilled, as if he were desperate to thrust into my mouth but held himself back and let me do what I wanted, at least for now.

I swallowed him as deeply as I could, then looked up at him through my lashes. He’d closed his eyes in bliss, his chest heaving and gills fluttering. He was at my mercy now. Vulnerable. Bared to my sight, his need for me unhidden.

As if he sensed my gaze, Vos opened his eyes. He ran his hand through my hair and gripped it gently but firmly. “You are the most magnificent woman I have ever known,” he said. “Make me come, Calla. I am yours forever.”

With my lips on his cock head and my tongue lapping at its opening, I stroked him with my hands, up and down the glowing length of his cock, finding the rhythm and pressure that made him groan and writhe. I discovered the places that made his cock head throb and bend and release pulses of precum that splattered my face and hands.

My explorations ended when he took control again, holding my head in place by my hair so he could fuck my mouth. He lifted my head so I could gasp for breath whenever my nails dug into his thighs. He seemed to like the feeling of my nails too, so each time I dug them in a little deeper, leaving marks everywhere I touched like his suckers made on me.

The tip of one of his tentacles slipped between my thighs, sliding over the slickness that dripped from my pussy, and flicked at my clit. I nearly collapsed as that intense pleasure sent a shudder through my entire body. I wanted him to use his sucker there, but instead the tip of the tentacle moved farther down and slipped into my pussy, fucking me in time with my mouth on his cock. I moaned, the sound muffled.

He called my name and rasped words that were curses in Fortusian. The bioluminescent pulses moved faster along his skin too, racing with the beats of his hearts as his cock throbbed in my hands and between my lips.

“Calla…Calla,” he groaned. “My mate.”

I let go with my mouth and used my hands. His hips jerked in time to my strokes and his back arched away from the floor. He was losing control now, ceding possession of himself to me as he neared his release. The sight of him so lost in pleasure and sensation made me shiver with arousal and satisfaction.

Yesterday in the tub I had watched him come. I’d been desperate and aching to be the one to bring him to orgasm despite how arousing it was to see him stroking himself with his own tentacle.

And more than that, I wanted his cum all over me, to see and feel it splash my body and mouth and tongue—to drink him in the way he devoured my scent and taste every chance he got. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be the mate of this fierce man, to have him writhing and vulnerable for me.

“Come for me, Vos,” I said, grinding on his tentacle in my pussy as I stroked his cock. “Mark me as your mate.”